The ceiling was boring. Everything looked boring and had no life to it. I sighed softly, Joe, Phil and Price constantly texting me asking if I was okay.

They came over.

"That guy from the airport, the bartender, saw me and followed me, then there Dom was. Kissing another guy, looking dazed and confused. He saw me with the police and Dom followed me, shouting for me." I cried through my hands, so upset that my lungs were parched.

"Hey it's okay man. Did you consider that he didn't want it? He was forced or something?" Phil asked, pulling me into a hug. I felt warm and full of love but that one piece was missing terribly.

"You'll be okay Conor. We'll talk to him." Joe nodded and Price got me water. I had multiple beers that were laid empty and I was tipsy.

A while later after they left, I was listening to particles.

"Oh doctor please, this don't feel right oh can you give me something to get me through /the night." I whispered slowly, sobs showing between.

There was a sudden knock at the door. I really didn't feel like seeing who it was but I opened it. Dom stood with tears In his eyes, bloodshot and looking like he had the worst hangover ever.

"Please let me explain, Conor,"

I couldn't hold in the tears. At that moment, I felt like everything was over.

"You know I'd never do that baby, please don't cry," He sobbed and tried to grab my hand. "I went home and got absolutely wasted. I love you con-."

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Doms pov:

"Conor please, I'm sorry. If I lose you, I love you... so much."

I heard crying from the opposite side of the door. My loud cries for Conor only got worse and worse.

I couldn't lose him for good, no, I couldn't.

I walked away and decided to stop at the daytime bar.

Three shots later, two beers, and two vodkas, I was being hauled out by Phil, Joe and Price.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"It was a mistake." I sat on the footpath with Joe pacing back and fourth, and Phil and Price either side of me.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Phil asked.

"Some guy kissed me last night and Conor stood there, watching. I tried to pull back but he was straddling onto me." I started crying and Joe helped me up, pulling me into soft hug.

"You need to talk to Conor and not drink it away. Dude you're gonna end up with liver poisoning. You got absolutely wasted last night when you got home."

"I only had a few glasses of rum and coke. Okay maybe more than a few, oh and a few beers and wine." I shrugged my shoulders then I recounted how much I actually drank last night.

I felt so sick too. I was sick so much this morning. It passed but I still feel like I've been dragged to hell and back.

Were we really over? I was currently in a taxi going to my apartment. I had so many memories of Conor and I, like the time we went to that park and sat under the stars, or when I just decided not to care about what people think and kissed him passionately on the street. Or the time on tour when he had a nightmare and he cuddled with me.

Those moments were what I wanted. What I needed. I missed him so much. My heart ached for his touch and love again.

I called the police looking to file the report of the man that kissed me last night and groped me. Yes, he did that.

The police questioned me and I immediately told them everything, and I rang Conor straight after.

"Hey it's Conor, leave a message."

I sighed, why the hell would he pick up?

--
Dom called me and it pained me to see the ringing and his name popping onto the screen along with the amazing photo I took of him at the park.

I laid on the couch, yawning and upset, again. I decided to call Phil, since Joe and Price were at a bar with a few other friends.

"Hey Phil." I said. There was mere silence on the end of the phoneline making me slightly uncomfortable. I had been so uptight lately and the whole bartender thing never worried me. I had some sort of hearing in court in a few weeks.

"Hey man. Everything okay?"

"Could you come over for a while? I mean you don't have-."

"Yes I will." Phil laughed and I hung up, waiting patiently as I grabbed a few beers and popcorn.

I walked outside, just wanting fresh air. Phil took his damn time anyways. The air hit my back and my shirt danced in the air. I looked to the broken stars, and a tear formed, following a million other ones.

"Conor?"

I rubbed my eyes, washing away the tears before Phil even noticed.

"Yes? Finally, took your ass long enough." Phil laughed and he walked behind me, reaching my apartment in deadly silence.

"Conor, I talked to Dom." Phil turned around and paused the movie Dom and I watched so many times.

"Phil I-."

"He pressed charges against the man that kissed him because he also groped Dom."

Anger pushed through me. Phil calmed me down soon enough, pulling me into a hug.

"What- is he okay?" I stuttered.

"He's broken Conor. He's going to get liver disease with the amount he's drinking. Getting pissed everyday, making me come get him at bars."

--

Phil left and I curled onto the couch, crying once again. This wasn't healthy for either of us. I was worried.

My phone rang and it was Price.

"Hey." Price said.

Silence took over as my mind thought about Dom.

"Oh hey." I sniffiled.

"Just checking in."

"Yeah I'm good, listen, I'm gonna sleep so I'll text you later."

"Alright."

Price said goodbye and I curled onto the bed which hadn't been slept in for a while since I'd been sleeping on the couch.

I missed him and each minute a part of my heart tore.